Page 36 of Diamonds & Deception

“It’s a risky gamble, Drake. What if your trajectory is off?” a voice says from a computer screen nearby.

I hear Drake’s sigh and watch as he runs his hands through his hair. He wears a frown on his lips and there’s a deep line between his brows. I’ve never seen him look so ragged. “I spent three days going over the numbers. You have to—”

He looks up when he notices me, and a smile as wide as the Atlantic spreads on his lips. “Hang on, Frank.” He presses a button on the screen and rounds the table, crossing his office in three long strides. “Hi.”

He gives me a long, languid kiss, and I drape my arms over his shoulders, falling into his hard body.

“You’re really hot in your suit writing all those numbers and stuff on the board.”

“Mmm.” He kisses me again, ending it before I’m ready, then strokes his thumb across my lower lip. “I should be done in a few minutes. Did Nancy get you a drink?”

“She offered. I’m okay.”

He glances down my front and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Make yourself comfortable.”

When he turns his back and goes to his whiteboard, a vibration startles me between my legs. I gasp and reach out for something to hold on to. The vibration is intense and rocks me, but it slows and my heart finds its way back into my chest again.

I clench my thighs at the new sensation. Different from when Drake touches me, and still pretty fantastic.

Drake looks over his shoulder and gives me a wicked grin, then presses a button, returning to his call.

“Listen, Frank, I take it you didn’t spend much time going over the charts and tables I sent you.”

“I did. Looked ‘em over real good.”

“I sent them an hour ago.”

I tune out Drake and his call and roam around his office, learning about him through the pieces of him he has in here. There aren’t many personal effects on the shelves. One picture of him and Trey and two other guys.

A giant replica of the Ace of Diamonds is framed and hangs behind his desk. He has a tattoo of the ace on his bicep as well, interconnected with numbers and a formula of some sort. I haven’t asked him about it yet. When we’re naked, he’s either bringing me to orgasm or I’m trying to catch my breath and gain energy before he gives me another one.

I walk along the wall of windows behind his desk. The lights from the city twinkle in the skyline. His office is spacious, even with his elaborate desk and two chairs sitting in front of it. On the other side of the room where Drake continues to write, erase, and write some more on the board is a conference table that can seat ten.

A couch and four comfortable chairs face each other around a low marble table in another small sitting area. While his office is impressive, it’s not ostentatious. The other wall hangings are all casino or Boston related. A large, framed print of the city, another print of a full house.

I’m engrossed in studying the picture of the city when my clit vibrates again. I clutch at the back of the chair in front of me and glare at Drake. He’s holding a laugh back while droning on about numbers with the Frank guy.

Laughing. How dare he make fun of me for wearing this sex toy. I’m not experienced, which is apparent by my reaction every time he gives me a shock. I glare at him, which only induces more laughter in his eyes.

I move to the other side of his office to get some space. My back is to him when I’m accosted by another shock to my clit. I hunch over and grip the edges of his desk. He doesn’t stop. The thrumming continues until I’m panting. Oh god. I’m going to orgasm from this stupid toy that’s anything but stupid.

I don’t want to though. I want to orgasm from Drake, not from a battery-operated toy. Even though he’s the one in control of it, it’s his fingers I want on me.

The buzzing stops and I wipe my brow and right myself. I turn around and perch my hip on his desk so I don’t fall over. The angle of my thighs puts more pressure on my arousal, which doesn’t help matters.

He switches it on again, this time at a lower, softer speed. Enough to make me go crazy but not put me over the edge. I glare up at him with shocked eyes and bite down on my lower lip.

“Frank. I have to go. An important matter has justcomeacross my desk that I must deal with.”

He hangs up and rounds the table, stopping a few feet from me.

“Nora.”

“Drake.Are you trying to kill me?”

“Do you like it?”

I’m almost embarrassed to admit I do. “I’d rather have your hands on me than this toy.”

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